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Fuzziness and Breath
04:20
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You are breathing next to me
You are sacred melody
You are touching fuzzy cloth
You are, even when you're not
With hands on head
A touch of red
Eyes, arms, and feet
Cloth and skin meet
And touch upon everything I've got
Across my limbs now
A twine in common
A mortal passion
A thread of conscience
Make no excuses
For singing sloppy
Uncommon concept
Now you've got me
I am breathing next to you
I never know what I should do
I get so lost, hopelessly derailed
With fuzzy skirts and long fingernails
Hair stuck in mouth
Without a doubt
A grinning plea
"It wasn't me!"
Such human notes played up and down the scale
Across my limbs now
A twine in common
A mortal passion
A thread of conscience
Make no excuses
For singing sloppy
Uncommon concept
Now you've got me
Now you've got me
Now you've got me
You are soft against my face
You are velvet to my lace
You are quiet when you're scared
You are bouncing in your chair
Sound and touch
Oh so much
Taste and tea
Facing me
Placing free fingers in my hair
Across my limbs now
A twine in common
A mortal passion
A thread of conscience
Make no excuses
For singing sloppy
Uncommon concept
Now you've got me
Now you've got me
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2. |
New York to Baltimore
06:19
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Every other day
The city's sleeve gets ripped away
These cardboard homes are not what they once were
And on these special nights
The sullen trucks and Christmas lights
Glare so much they blind even the whores
I knew them way back when
I wore a collar then
I tried not to sound too absurd
I walked the city streets
I preached and gave them meat
They ate the wounds but not the words, words
Snow falling everywhere tonight
The cold snaps and traps and cuts the light
I lost my name and more
From New York to Baltimore
And it may be years before I'm right
That was the way back then
The 80s and money men
Captains of industry and clout
First Reagan and then Bush, but it was
Always a different push
And never for us, without a doubt
I tried to give them hope
I tried to help them cope
They put their hearts out to receive
But things were the same in Rome
And orders were from the throne
And I wanted so much to believe, believe
Snow falling everywhere tonight
The cold snaps and traps and cuts the light
I lost my name and more
From New York to Baltimore
And I made my exit out stage right
I'm so much older now
Different, but the same somehow
Moved from New York to Baltimore
I gave up the cloak of faith
Put a family in its place
Two kids, a wife who I adore
But I still go back sometimes
I walk through the welfare lines
My American dream has been erased
From 41st Street blues
To Rent then in Broadway shoes
I guess we all just need some space, space
Snow falling everywhere tonight
The cold snaps and traps and cuts the light
I lost my name and more
From New York to Baltimore
And I may not ever know if I'm right
I may not ever know if I'm right
I'm not so sure I want to be right
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3. |
Wish You Well
05:11
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Well, I found your old, worn-out, black suitcase
And I helped as you gathered your clothes
Some socks, a few shirts, my pride, all your hurt
All packed up and ready to go
It was a cold Wednesday night to end 17 years
Of roses and struggles and pain
But a love cannot thrive when it's burned out inside
I'd have pleaded, but I knew you wouldn't stay
As you packed up our van, you said you'd always care
And you wished you still loved me as well
As you drove off, I crumpled to the living room floor
What I whispered, if you couldn't tell,
Was, "I wish you well,
I wish you well"
There's a woman at the liquor store counter; she asks,
"Did you find everything that you need?"
No, ma'am, she wasn't in here on your shelf
I'll have to make do with whisky
Three fingers of Jack in this here water glass
Probably ain't the best plan that I've had
But if you knew the others I've had these past days,
You'd see this one isn't so bad
But it's not a victory if it doesn't stay down
While it churns up and burns me like hell
So I'm raising this glass to the love of my life
To my failure, my lover, my spell
And I wish you well
And I wish you well
And I always said you deserved better
But it kills me to know you agree
That at night, while I clutch your old pillow,
You're holding him and not me
Grace and little Nora are so pretty and smart
They look a little more like you each day
I thought I saw your fiance in the frozen food aisle
He seems nice, but he just looked away
As for me, well, I've finally stopped drinking -- quite so much
The job's just okay
This year has been rough, but I'm big and I'm tough
I might even start dating someday
So when you see our girls tell them I love them
With a love that no distance could quell
'Til I see them next weekend, please hold them
Tell them love doesn't die, fade, or yell --
It will just wish you well
And I wish you well
And I wish you well
I wish you well
I wish you well
I wish you well
I wish you well
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She's been sippin' on bloody marys
Since about 7 a.m.
She's got her Hawaiian shirt on
She's ready for the fun to begin
There's sausages on the griddle
She's got that orange juice ready to pour
It's breakfast time in the country
Come on up to her door
Down the gravel road
She's here to lighten your load
In the way that only she can
Down at the family farm
Just head up to that barn
And line right up with her clan
Here at the Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
The band's playing Jimmy Buffett
They're set up in the barn over there
And everybody's singin' "Margaritaville"
As they wave their plastic forks in the air
She works the buffet line
Serving up those good pancakes
She flirts with all the old men
And with boys a third of her age
People sit on the ground
They pass cold ones around
They laugh and they celebrate
And while they meet and greet
The dogs sneak up and eat
The sausage right off of their plates
Here at the Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
Accommodations are crude
The only bathroom
Is an outhouse she's painted periwinkle
People don't mind
Havin' a good ol' time
Then it started to sprinkle
People scatter in the downpour
She's dancing in the rain
'Cuz when life is just so damn good
There isn't any cause to complain
She spins around
While the rain's fallin' down
The band's still playing "Brown Eyed Girl"
She feels the rain on her face
She knows this is her place
She doesn't have a care in the world
Here at the Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
Rudy's Ransom Annual Pancake Breakfast
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Not For Coltrane Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
NOT FOR COLTRANE is Michael Duck, a guy from Bethlehem, PA, who loves bringing together folky acoustic rock and evocative storytelling. (Coltrane was his dog. He thought he could sing, but unfortunately he wasn’t part of the act.)
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